No Beta so errors are my own. Do not own either Rise of the Guardians or Vertigo.

This short story is loosely before The Sandman's Secret although it not a required read.

Edit February 2019.

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The Star being named Sanderson Mansnoozie is cradling something in his hands. With a tender look, he sets the picture down revealing two family portraits. In one, a proud dark haired general and warrior by his Star Lady wife with a little child between them bearing a strong resemblance to the man. The other is of a typical Star family of parents and two children. The proto-star girl looking to be the Star Lady when she was younger.

"Your family once was so happy."

Sanderson jumps and glares at the tall humanoid. Sandy sighs and signs, "While I am thankful that you came, I really do not like being startled."

The pale man shaped being looks impassively, "You have called and I have come."

Sandy floats up and drops something into the other's hand. "You promise me a boon, Dream Lord. I seek to it now."

Morpheus looks at the old item in his hand, "I gave you that boon long ago. For you to use it now… I look forward in attempting to grant it. But…" The Dream Lord returns the necklace, "Keep it, once the boon is used, it will become the pretty necklace that it was meant to be."

Sandy takes the necklace back, cradling it and carefully stashes it in a pocket, that a moment ago, did not exist. Sandy floats over to the pictures. He picks one up and long fully look at the family photo. "My brother by word-law is a shadow of who he once was. He does not remember and can not change. If there is anyone that can override the influence of the fear," Sandy turns his golden gaze to the Dream Lord, "You can."

Lord Morpheus nods slowly, "I know who you speak of." A pause as he draws out a glass bauble into his left hand. "I will grant your request. It will take time and I will need two vials of blood: one prior to and another after his change; and sealed to ensure no escape: one of these fearlings; into this glass orb: your perceiving and remembering grasp of him…each flaw and strength provided by you and your niece; and finally: some of that star glass your people are famous for." The Dream Lord place the glass bauble on the small table in front of Sanderson. "I will be back in one months' time to pick them up. Until then… goodbye."

Mansnooozie picks up the glass bauble and his eyes harden with resolve. He will have to see his niece soon.